"You know, you could make a pretty girl, too. I mean, not that you're notpretty now, just that, I mean..." I stuttered, trying to make my awkwardnesss...und genuine."Don't worry," she said, smiling at my apologies.She paused for a second."You really mean that?" she asked."Sure," I said, "I mean, you look good, you have an attractive figure... Ifwe put that ass of yours in a cute skirt, you'll be a real knockout."I could see her mulling over the idea. Before she could change her mind, Ijumped to. .yetA few days later, I was out for my walk, and she waved me towards her. And asked me for help. I followed her downstairs where most people keep their junk, and she, wearing a shorty top, with some nice belly button showing & she pointed up. I walked into the closet, and began reaching,,pulling stuff down and handing it to her. Her short top showed off some very appealing belly, plus the low rise shorts she sported helped.Can you get this one? She reached around me and pointed to higher in. Sometimes when she just stared at me with those faraway “Audrey Hepburn” eyes, I wanted desperately to get inside her brain and pump her for all her secrets and find out all her hidden sins that she hid so well from the rest of us mere mortals.Our dry humping exercise was close to bringing me to the gates of paradise and my spunk was on the verge of going over the top of the dam. I was between her glorious legs with her bare heels digging inside my ass crack when she lowered her face to mine. However, Roger had no such protection from her wiles. She leaned forward when shaking hands to show him lots of cleavage. She is bountifully blessed.I said nothing but grinned as I saw his eyes widen. We went into the pool area and set our things down. Moments later, Roger joined us sitting on a lounger beside me. Mo had already stripped down exposing her thong which came to her courtesy of Wicked Weasel. I knew their wares but was unwilling to expose my body to that extent. I knew Mo had no.